Farrah & Manny

They didn’t leave bed for 3 days. Talking, fucking, talking more, kissing, stroking. He plugged in his iPod, she plugged in hers. He liked punk rock and Paul Simon, she was partial to newer bands, the Killers, the White Stripes, but also had a serious obsession with Motown, the Shangra La’s, the Supremes. She wore his white t-shirts with her own boxers( a surprise choice for her, he thought).

They ventured out into the kitchen to get food like kids pretending they were on an expedition, making tuna sandwiches and giggling while they ran back and jumped on the bed. On the third night, they finally finished the long wander to more of the major issues.

“I can’t be your doctor anymore.” Without a touch of regret, Farrah told him.

“I know.” Silence. He continued to curl some of her hair around his first two fingers, memorizing the glint, the mustard and honey swirls.

“Farrah, how come no one is looking for you?” he asked, pointedly looking at her ring finger. She had left her wedding and engagement rings in her purse. Clear fantasies of pawning it, or melting it down, something symbolic of her erasing the lies from her life.

“I walked out. I left him.”

“When?”She smiled and rolled over on to her stomach to face him. He was laying on his back and her hand slipped up to rub his belly. Manny took her hand and held it in his own, “When.”

“ 4 days ago.” Manny shot up to a sitting position, leaving her staring at the soft valley his head had left in the pillow.

“4 days ago? Farrah…” She didn’t want to tell him why. She abhorred the tone he was taking with her, like she had ruined everything due to bad timing. The existence of the break so close, they will never dissociate their connection with her disconnection from that life. But the pity, if he knew about her modern cuckolding…

He got up and headed for the shower. She padded along, removing her shirt and underwear, dropping them on the pile with his. Manny started the water, turned around to grab something and bumped into her. She grinned at him.

“Manny.” Farrah said, and she wrapped her arms around him. She used her finger tips to caress his back, traveling up the spine in tip toeing movements. “Let’s worry tomorrow, ok?”

He disentangled himself from her arms and once in the shower, pulled her in after him.